Tea Time

There’s a beauty that steeps on the inside
With teacups tipped and sipped
Table talks held til the break of dawn
As long as one teabag is dipped

And the water that boils; is endless
One cup tints another, for you
Whistling tunes that reach to the moon
At nights end; we’re drinking purely dew …

Olden autumn memories
Kelly Sampson Griswold

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